Posted by Curt Iles on Oct 23rd, 2009 | 0 comments
Across the Pea Patch: A story on my hero, Don Hunt
I often write about traveling to far off places to share the good news of Jesus. Whether it’s Africa or Honduras, I always feel privileged to “go and tell.” Acts 1:8 tells us to “go to the ends of the earth.”
However, the greatest mission and ministry opportunities are right where we are. In the same verse in Acts, Jesus called it...
Posted by Curt Iles on Oct 22nd, 2009 | 0 comments
Curt in one of his “offices” Thur. Oct. 22
Lake Charles, LA
I am so privileged to write for a living. It is my calling, but I try to never forget what a joy and honor it is to write. You see, I’m “writing for a reason.”
My reason to write is to honor God and connect to the hearts of readers. To all of you who read my blogs and encourage me, I say thank you!
This...
Posted by Curt Iles on Oct 21st, 2009 | 0 comments
A Tale of Two Caps… a story on racial understanding.
I cringed when the national news last Friday led on a story, “From Louisiana, a justice of the peace has enraged… ” I knew it was going to be something that put my beloved home state in a bad light… and it did.
I’m not going to even dignify that man’s prejudice and insensitivity. I’m going to...
Posted by Curt Iles on Oct 20th, 2009 | 0 comments
As promised, here is a light-hearted cemetery story about the fear we all have: someone being buried in the wrong grave.
One of my ministries is to work with people in selecting their grave sites at Dry Creek Cemetery. I’ve found that this is a time when we can really help people. I call it the “open window of opportunity.” Whether it’s a kind word, a hand on the shoulder, or a whispered...
Posted by Curt Iles on Oct 20th, 2009 | 0 comments
This story, from my second book, The Old House, tells about a sacred place in our community: Dry Creek Cemetery.
Later in the story, I share the touching and heroic tale of my friend and neighbor, Arlean Crow Courmier. Yesterday, we buried her father, Arthur Crow, beside Arlean’s grave. As we stood by his grave, several folks pointed out the old cedar tree that is the touchstone of the...